Monday, December 12, 2011

The Water

And there was the pale moon
over the dark water
And there was the cold, still night,
rioted by our blazing hunger

Every kiss
I breathed in
every caress
I submerged in

the silver water
danced
to the red
of our melting fire

our shadows entwined,
summoning ripples,
shooting the face
of the breaking dawn